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First Love

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I gave you years –
I waited in years –
I gave you my love
Washing its font with tears.

I spoke no ill
As I bore your lies –
I waited and waited and waited –
For a last good bye –

You kept me hanging –
I loved you still –
I have your side –
And I always will –

You ignored my pain
Because you wove it well –
And that you lied –

No one could tell.

Now as decades pass
I can say without regret,
That I have remembered
What you chose to forget.

Yet what creates pain –
At this our very end –
I’ve called you my first love –
You called me a dear friend –

Notes

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I have lost the will to rhyme,
I have no hurt left to give;
I have given up on time,
Besides the will to forgive.

The questions don’t linger now,
For I know my self quite well:
It’s seldom I break a vow,
Though I have no soul to sell.

Death does not loom, not for me,
It is a known song I sing,
It’s just that the notes aren’t free,
So I fear some reckoning.

I have lost and I have gained,
Like fat that comes and goes,
Neither state ever remained:
Sunlight into moonlight flows.

My people don’t like me much,
But I hope my furkids do;
Love has yet its own sweet touch;
Thus, I bear when it’s untrue.

I become something older;
Yet I recognise the child;
Temperance makes me colder;
But oh, panic keeps me wild!

Unmade

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No matter how hard you want it
And youth makes you believe otherwise,
That people who love you will stay
And not bargain and deal in lies.

The parents, who made you you,
Will want you to be them instead;
Siblings you played with, and cared for,
Will one day wish you dead.

No matter how much you deserve love,
The people you opened yourself to will go;
And whatever you learnt of love and the heart
Will cease to remain just so.

Like the food you love and eat;
But which is excreted in a few hours,
The hope you cling to shall wither
And reach the end of all flowers.

As you age your body will wither,
Your mind will fall numb and your heart will fade,
Youth will come to mock your hunger –
In its laughter, will you be unmade.